Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Grace and a Wheelchair
At the coffee shop
I found myself kneeling, as if in
church
Crawling behind some empty tables in
search
Of an electrical outlet for my new
friend Grace
Whose mother wheeled her in for a space
And Grace needed electricity for her
little screen
Where a red cow played in a pasture
green
“Will this outlet do?” “Oh, it’s too
far away”
So good folk formed a committee today:
“If we move this table back, and shift
this chair…”
Family together – it’s right and fair
Thus Grace was enthroned, the queen of
our hearts
Her subjects had all played their
several parts
Grace has no filters, no volume
control
But, oh! What a happy, blessed soul!
And I returned to my coffee as if
everything had happened
